For Our Sins

He took the blows of crippling pain. He agonized for selfless gain. He marched his cross to calvary. He braved the scorn and savagery. For all our sins, he bled and died, though, only few have ached and cried; And from the grave, he rose again, so, from his fond ways, we could gain. March 21, 2023 Easter Poetry Contest (5th place) Sponsored By: Regina McIntosh